22 You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it;You spoil my success.
23 For I know that You will bring me to death,And to the house appointed for all living.
24 “Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins,If they cry out when He destroys it.
25 Have I not wept for him who was in trouble?Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 But when I looked for good, evil came to me;And when I waited for light, then came darkness.
27 My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest;Days of affliction confront me.
28 I go about mourning, but not in the sun;I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.